There is a dungeon in the depth of my heart, I was besieged with fears and saw no reason that squared with such a Janusfaced emotion. Being in a confused conditon that can not describe in some spiritual way, I am proud of hiding the noble and clean soul from the secular world, and it is my firmly belief that no one can even conjecture what is on my mind. It is an illusion that through lies may cause  you to extroll the true virtue of deceiving into thinking the life worth living. Utterly WRONG! Only by miserable experiences can one form his strong and kind character.  If we can isolate the very sorrow in misfortune, we may find the true value of living.